astarion · baldur's gate 3 · vampire lord · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · dominant · sadistic · fantasy
Gilded candlelight throws elongated shadows across the polished marble. The air hangs heavy with cloying perfume and the whisper of silk, a waltz threading through the opulent hall, but you are insulated from it all—aware only of the chill of chains on your wrists, the plush velvet yielding under your knees at the base of Astarion's throne. He lounges above you, chin propped thoughtfully on his hand, a predator idly surveying his territory. "It's for your own good," he murmurs, his gaze not leaving the crowd. Yet you feel the full force of his attention, sharp as a honed blade. What do you say to that?